Author's Note:Surprise! Yeah I know you guys were expecting another delightful chapter of, "Turning a new Leaf", but in order to get my stories out there I have to write more than one topic. You understand right? Anyways this story in particular will be focusing on our fallen villain Morro. As most of you are aware with watching the 5th season, Morro once started as a sweet kid with dreams. Although when he discovered his abilities and was misguided into believing he'd be the Green Ninja, his priorities was shortened into one goal. Fulfilling his so-called "Destiny."
As a result he became more aggressive, obsessed, some going as far to say he was insane. Yeah Morro is one of the bad guys you actually fill pity for. Therefore, in this Fanfic I will be revealing what has been happening over the years behind closed doors. If you have any supporting characters that you guys have come up with, let me know and I will make sure to find a way to include them. Now buckle up, grab some popcorn, and enjoy the story.
I had made many wrong decisions in my life. Sadly, it was both in the living and in death. When I looked in the eyes of my Sensei one last time, his arm outreached to me, eyes beckoning me to take hold, I just couldn't. At first, I was angry; he just wanted to take the Crystal so he could return to his prized pupils. However, when I truly looked into his eyes, hearing his words, I knew what he spoke was the truth. Even after all I had done, he had still came back for me. Here he was giving me another chance, yet as much as I wanted to give into it I knew it was already too late for me. So I turned to him, "You can only save those who want to be saved. Goodbye Sensei." The realm crystal was returned and I allowed the Preeminent to drag me down with her.
With expecting the sizzling pain of water disintegrating my ghostly flesh, an odd memory came to mind. The remembrance of when I had first set my eyes on the monastery's stainless walls. It was a nice day in village that laid west of the sanctuary.
"Aye Morro! Any luck?"
Morro perked up at the sound of his friend's voice. He had been head first in the garbage trying to see if he could snatch up any food. Though the only thing he had found so far was a couple of empty tea packets, and a nasty rat that had bit him. "Nope."
"What's wrong with people these day? Back in Stiix they were way more generous with their trash." A Brunette with freckles appeared in alleyway, his hands on his hips. " I mean you'd think that here out in the country they'd have plenty of leftovers!" For a moment, he paused thinking of what he had just said. "Now that you think of it, we are out in the country after all, so they're bound to be more conservative. The city, that's where we need to go next!"
"I think we should be more patient Ronin." Finally, he pulled himself out of the trash, like his friend wearing torn and wore down rags. "Maybe we could ask some of the people around here, like you said we're in the country. People are suppose to be more generous, right?"
Ronin chuckled, placing a hand on his friend's shoulder. "Morro, Morro, Morro. My sweet little naïve friend." Morro raised a brow, obviously confused by the boy's amusement. "Listen, if there's one thing you can learn from me is this. Life-isn't-Free! Got it?"
"Yeah. Got it." He was a little disappointed at Ronin's rejection to optisim, but that was to be expected with him being raised up on the streets and all.
"Let's check over here." Ronin insisted. His finger was pointed at the fruit stand that sat just outside of the alley. "We're gonna score ourselves a snack!"
"Ronin, you know how I feel about stealing. Isn't it wrong?"
"The universe understands. It's survival of the fittest!"
"But Ronin-"
"Nope!"
"Can't we-"
"Not listening."
"Come on-"
"I'm not taking no as an answer. We can do this lickety split my friend, and when have I ever been wrong? I always take care of us, trust me this is what we need."
Morro's eyes shifted towards the ground. He held his left arm, unsure of what he should do.
"Trust me." The boy held out his hand.
"…Fine." Morro agreed taking his hand.
Alright!" His loud friend pulled away, clasping his hands. "So you do see that stand over there right?
Morro nodded.
"All you have to is use that lil' trick of yours, and roll us over some fruit."
"I'll need to get a bit closer."
"Closer? Ehhh, it will be a bit risky. But hey I'm starving over here, I need something to eat." The two boys crouched closer towards their target, finding cover behind some crates. "This close enough?"
"Should be."
"Well go ahead. Work your magic!"
Morro sighed, trying to center himself as he focused his stare on a group of apples. Grunting he imagined himself forcing the apples on the ground, allowing them to roll right up to their feet. He saw one of them shift, which caused him to only focus even more.
Meanwhile at the stand, the man desperately tried to sell his precious fruit. "Pete's fruit here! I got Mangos, Lemons, Oranges, Grapes, all the fruits you could ever want! And more importantly, they are fresh.
A woman with a basket in hand stopped at the stand. "How fresh are they?" She asked, examining the fruit.
"Just received a whole fresh batch this morning. " He lied. A man had to do what he had to in other to make those sales.
"Hmm I'm interested."
"What would you like? Could I interest you in some Strawberries?"
"No thanks. They make me nauseous."
"How about some delicious apples?"
When the woman's lips curved upwards, he knew he had scored a deal. However, a strangely powerful gust blew in, so happenly allowing his whole inventory of apples to spill onto the ground. "My apples!" He shouted quickly running to scoop them up.
The woman narrowed her eyes, now uninterested, continuing on her stroll through the market.
"Let's see twenty, twenty-four, twenty-five-Wait I'm missing some." Glancing up, across the street he saw two street urchins, high-fiving each other, his precious apples in their filthy hands. "You!" He glowered. Somehow, they were the ones who had messed up his sale. They would pay dearly for their transgressions.
Ronin took a quick glance towards Morro. "Ruuuun!" He squeaked speeding in the opposite direction. The black haired boy followed in suit, desperately trying to escape the man's wrath.
"Just wait until I get my hands on you two timing varmints!" The fruit stand owner hollered, almost catching up with the boys until stumbling on his own two feet. With the short run through the village, it had stirred quite the amount unwanted attention, along with angry stares.
"Come on Morro, I think it's time we blew this joint, unless you wanna face an angry mob, if you know what I mean?" Ronin ushered to the angry villagers.
Again, they had only been in a place for a few hours and now they were to never be welcomed again. Morro sighed again allowing Ronin to take the lead, as they quickly scurried out of the settlement.
"It's alright bud, that Village was no good anyways. Let's just move onto somewhere else, like, like… Uhhhh… Ninjago city! Yeah sure it's far, but it has all the trash one can eat and wear!"
"When can we just settle somewhere? You know have a home?" Morro suddenly blurted out. "I'm tired of moving place to place, village to village, city to city."
"Look no one ever said life would be easy. But if there is one thing I can promise you, is that this is only temporary my friend. One day we are gonna be rich! Never will we have to eat or steal ever again. Though that is only if we stick together."
"Mmm, okay." Morro submitted. He didn't even no why he had allowed such a ridiculous thought to enter his mind. Sometimes he found himself living in his own little fantasy, ignoring how reality worked.
Ronin rubbed his chin deep in thought. The walk from the village had been tiring and they were just about running on fumes. What they needed was to eat something fast, or they'd pass out before they even made it to Ninjago City. At times he hated being the brains. When could someone just do all the thinking for him for once? Here they were walking through the plains with its tall grasses directionless. Usually he had a solution to every problem, however since things didn't go as planned at their previous stop, adjustments would have to be made.
Morro moaned clutching his stomach as it growled. "Are we going to stop for something to eat? I'm starting to get a bit hungry." He didn't mean to sound too whiney, it was just that food was all he could think about now.
"We could stop somewhere is there was a place to go to." Ronin grumbled, his walking becoming more sluggish.
"What about up there?"
His attention was suddenly caught by the reflective light of a building. Though once he was able to get a clearer view, he was able to see where it actually laid. "Are crazy, that Monastery is all the way up on the Mountain of Impossible heights?! Emphasis on impossible.
"Whoever lives up there must be wealthy. Plenty of food throw out?" Morro suggested.
Ronin shook his head. "I've heard of who lives up there. It is said the second born son of the First Spinjitzu Master stays there all alone, he hardly ever comes down from the mountain. Who could blame him, those are one too many steps. Plus he's just living off his father's fame, he could be broke for all you know."
"But who is to say there's nothing in his trash that could be of value? Aren't you at least a bit curious? After al it couldn't hurt to give a little look."
The brown haired boy again rubbed his chin. His friend had a point, also he was a sucker for possible loot that could be gained. "For our sake you better be right about this." He received a smile from him.
" I got a good feeling about that place."
Author's Note: Good chapter yes? No? Well I thought so. Okay so you guys are wandering why is Ronin even in this story? Well when I was on devianart, a particular deviant pointed out that when Morro was digging through the Monastery's trash, there was a boy with him that looked like a younger version of Ronin. So I said, why not role with this idea? It could be really useful. Another thing I wanted to make clear was that at the time when our little Morro was young, and before he went insane and stuff, he was pretty timid. If you told him something, he'd believe it with all of his heart. As Ronin said, he was very naive. But in a really cute way.
Next chapter is going to be about how Morro is accepted into the Monastery, not only growing to learn the ways of the ninja, but to know what having a 'father' figure is like. Oh and just a bit of a warning, that the later chapters may get a little graphic...
Alright this is Cleojack signing off! Make sure your review, Fave, Follow, whatever! Everyone is appreciated. ^^